Cul de Sac, 1989, Oil on Board, 169 x 119 cm
One of only a few self-portraits I have done over the years, I have put myself in a seemly manmade circle cleared from gum-field scrub with only the faintest of exits. It refers perhaps to a time when I had grown tired of the Northland landscape as a subject and was feeling somewhat confined by the continual parochial reading of my work. I was longing for an exit that would not only provide me with fresh signs and symbols, but would possibly bring my audience into a more objective viewing of my work. The former was easy to achieve but the latter, being largely out of my control, has remained difficult.